i hear you get a lot of drugs for your bitches. well i got xanies, white girl, percocets, weed, molly, codeine, and oxycontin, whatever you need i gotcha man.
lower class you say, that is a good fucking joke, i got money so long i stack that shit to the fucking ceiling. i take a stack to the club every week and i make it rain hunneds, and fiddies, and twenties. i could get you the purest shit on earth, shit that could make R Kelly think that he could fly and the kind of shit ozzy osbourne would snort out of a bad bitchez asshole. you a frontin ass hoe but i know you don't got money long like me. i don't serve customers that don't know who they speakin to.
BBD is a upscale gentlemen's club with model quality hottie dancers - the kind of club where I go and lock down the hottest dancer for the entire evening - that screens out the emotionally damaged, addict dancers.
Family-boy's "game" failed miserably there (the dancers laughed in his face when he tried to offer $200 for OTC), which is why he's so bitter.
"And the drinks are also more expensive than they would be at your local Chili’s during happy hour."
How many years has it been, and you're still whining about paying $15 for your jack & coke? (admittedly it would be expensive getting drunk at those prices, but most of us don't drink to excess like you).
Stick to your shit-hole dives, where you can get sloppy drunk on cheap booze, and maybe, just maybe, you can actually find a skanky, high-volume addict dancer that will take you up on your creepy low-ball OTC offer.
In the meantime, stop bad mouthing the upscale, professionally managed clubs that those of us with class and means frequent and enjoy.
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Family-boy's "game" failed miserably there (the dancers laughed in his face when he tried to offer $200 for OTC), which is why he's so bitter.
Would you accept a goat as payment?
How many years has it been, and you're still whining about paying $15 for your jack & coke? (admittedly it would be expensive getting drunk at those prices, but most of us don't drink to excess like you).
Stick to your shit-hole dives, where you can get sloppy drunk on cheap booze, and maybe, just maybe, you can actually find a skanky, high-volume addict dancer that will take you up on your creepy low-ball OTC offer.
In the meantime, stop bad mouthing the upscale, professionally managed clubs that those of us with class and means frequent and enjoy.